We are made mostly of water. And yet water outside of us needs constant negotiation. This is what happens when you leave tap dripping to stop the pipe freezing. Inside the cabin there is ice flooding. Heaters and towels everywhere with the sinks and shower pan blocks of ice.
I hope everything is not ruined.
At midnight last night as I was retiring for the night I discovered there was no water in the bathroom sink. Then there was a snap and a sound of rushing water. The pipe had burst and was gushing into the basement. I turned off the water and went to sleep. Joe and Cathy came round in the morning and mended all four broken pipes under the two sinks. We are so dependent on heat, electricity, water … and when one goes (like Heidegger’s broken hammer) the depth of our dependency becomes visible. So much of our lives we are walking on high scaffolding.
Joe Davenport came to feed the dogs etc this morning and on leaving reported we had a new arrival. One live goat and sadly one dead one. I went to buy more straw for bedding in the stall, and some proper goat food and then headed up. There was still umbilical cord dangling from mom, but the dead goat seemed stiff. I reckon they were born last night (when the pipes burst?). I got the young’un into the stall and having trapped three goats in the central area by the promise of dog food, finally coaxed mom into the stall, with yet another goat, and finally then let that third one out. Force just doesn’t work. Food and guile are the only paths to success. And then a big bowl of . . . . water, of course.